a little death

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The second Wednesday woke up, she found herself looking for Enid. She tried to grab her waist with her hands but failed. The only things that the goth felt was air. Her heart sunk in her chest as she turned around to scan the room for the werewolf. The door was open.

"Enid?"
She called out her name, wanting her back by her side. It felt weird longing for someone's touch. Honestly, she didn't even know that she was longing. She recognized the feeling as some sort of mental illness to where Enid's touch was the only cure.
"Enid get in here at this instant!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! Jeez."
A soft voice was approaching her from outside of the room, before a tiny pink and blue haired troll came running in. Wednesday's mouth fell into a slight smirk when she saw Sinclair's messy hair.
"I just wanted to go get Stinky!"

A frown formed on the goth's face.
"Stinky?"

Enid responded with a smile and it was not until now that Wednesday noticed that she was hiding something behind her back. She tried to see what is was, but it was to no avail until Enid pulled it out to show her.

A quite big cat plushie was shown as Enid held it tightly around its neck. Then she brought it to her chest and hugged it.
"All right, all right. Now come back to bed."
Wednesday whined as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. Enid looked down at "Stinky" and made a pouting face.
"Bring Stinky."
The colorsplash immediately lit up. She jumped back into bed next to Wednesday, as she threw her arms around her favourite person.

Wednesday couldn't help but smile into the crook of Enid's neck as she played with the strings of her hoodie, trying to keep herself awake until breakfast.

"When did you become so.. snuggly?"
Enid whispered into her ear and pulled the black haired girl even closer. This made the opposite of Enid question herself. Because the question that she was now being asked was something that she had been questioning herself with as well.

"I see it as a mental illess."
She blunted. This made Enid frown as she pushed the emo away a bit.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I look at my... snugglyness.. as a mental illness. Everything that your body does that it usually doesn't is considered an illness."
She paused for a minute.
"..and the things that I'm feeling right now.. for you, for this.."
Wednesday could basically see Enid's face expression melt into a warm smile as she kept listening to what the raven had to say.
"Is considered mental.. so.."

The intense eye contact that had occurred stopped the goth from speaking any more as she became speechless.
"..so..."
She kept on searching for the right words, but they were nowhere to be found. Enid reached out and pulled a string of hair behind her ear.

Spiders. Again.
They were crawling around, not just in her stomach, but everywhere in her body. In her torso, in her arms, in her legs, and even in her face. The thousand and thousand of imaginary legs stressed her out and overstimulated her, which resulted in her bouncing up from the bed.

"What's wrong, Wens?"
Enid spoke nervously at the emo's response to her actions, but couldn't say anything more as her best friend ran out of the room. She could hear the door to the toilet getting harshly shut against its frame, and then a lock turning. She felt defeated and upset.

Wednesday on the other hand, felt confusion. The illness had gotten to her. The symptoms were all too strong and she knew that she was weak. Did Enid cause her this? She must've suffered from this illness before, and then passed it over to her. Yes, that must be it.

She turned on the tap and scooped ice cold water into her hands, before smootching it into her face. She had to get rid of the damn spiders. And then, not be close to Enid.

After a while in the bathroom, she finally unlocked the door and sneaked back into her room. Enid had fallen asleep again. Had she been gone that long? Wednesday couldn't help but feel bad. She must explain her feelings to Enid in order to avoid hurting them.